I got a call from a guy from a rival network this afternoon.
I was really quite concerned because I answered the call as I was in a taxi. Moving.
It’s a big no-no if you’re a T-Mobile user here in the UK. You can, I swear, hear the clunky handover taking place between cells. I sit there in a mini blind panic when I’m on the phone, hoping no one will spot the shit network I’m using.
It never used to be like this.
Anyway, how embarrassing. I got this phone call from a head honcho chap.
The first thing I said was (words to the effect of), “Hi, thank you for calling! Listen, look the network is a bit iffy and I’m moving… so…”
The guy was taken-aback, “Wait, what on our network?” he asked.
“No, no, no T-Mobile…”
He was relieved. Then, I think, maybe secretly laughing at me. I would be.
I wouldn’t be laughing.
I’d be calling me a chump.
CHUMP!
I can’t tell you how embarrassing that was.
I have been perfectly fine with T-Mobile for about a year. I really have. Yes I’ve known it’s been slightly less quality than other networks, but really, the data plan has suited me down-to-the-ground. It’s only recently that I’ve actually noticed call dropping, network busy and so on. Woe is me.
I’m doing something about it, don’t worry. It’s Three, by the way. That’s my choice of network. I’m going to make a wee badge for the blog. This blog is brought to you by the letter’s E, W, A and N, and he uses Three. Something like that. More on that in a minute.